i do love you. so sad you’ll never know, although it doesn’t really matter

I can’t fucking stand how smug you are the second something happens for you and then suddenly you’re all high and mighty, but then when nothing’s going on, you turn to me for entertainment.

Let me break it down for you: 1. You’re a slut. I listen to your stupid stories and you think you have so much experience with guys, but honestly, you don’t have a damn clue and it’s not just me, I’ve heard it from others. You fuck guys just to get attention, and you make your way around the same circle of friends, then wonder why none of them want to talk to you afterward? You’re fucking clueless. Honestly I just stand back and watch the train wreck and am never surprised when you’re like, “But why don’t they want to talk to me after I fuck them immediately and move onto the next one?” Ugh, you’re disgusting. You put a whole new meaning to “attention whore.” 2. Oh great. Something happened for you, I’m happy for you. What’s that? You have to rub it in because it makes you feel better about yourself? Um. Well, fuck you. I hate how you think you’re better than me and act all smug and do it on purpose, but then act all nicey-nice so that no one can pin you for what you really are: a complete and total attention whore bitch. You don’t have to be condescending and smug because we’re not doing the same things, you don’t have to compare yourself to me and think that what you’re doing is better and therefore you’re better overall.
3. Don’t feel jealous or threatened when I bring up something in my life and feel like you have to top it, instead of just listening or being happy for me. You’re such a low person sometimes. I can’t tell if you’re genuinely that clueless or if you just do things on purpose to get up on your high horse or a mixture of both. In either case, STOP. You look so fucking retarded when you act like you have all this “wisdom” and are “spiritually connected” but you’re not. In fact, you’re exactly the opposite and are the perfect example of “what not to do when trying to have psychological stability.” God, you’re so fucking annoying.
And ew? You’re so gross with your taste in guys and how much of an attention whore you are. You only like being around me to either make you feel better about yourself by making me listen to your long, pointless stories or how fantastic your life is going! It’s not. It’s not better than mine, so stop comparing them and being condescending. P.S. Fuck you, cunt.

A whole lotta nothing. No news in this case is bad news. Nothing nice going on, and I feel like such a stupid ungrateful bitch for not counting my blessings: I have a career and I am succesful in it, I am far from ugly, I am healthy and everyone around me is happy, well fed and at peace.
Yet I feel miserable every day. I have everything. I should be happy. Yesterday I was hearing this story about the sister of someone I know who is pretty much homeless and just had a baby who came into the world with several birth defects. And I am crying over a boy who doesn’t like me? And I feel miserable? what kind of a monster am I?????? I have it all. I should be happy.
Yet I am not.

I couldn’t find any place better than this to post this. I need to vent… excitement!

My partner and former girlfriend just tried anal sex with her other partner, and I’ve never been more attracted to her in my entire life. I cannot wait to see her next.

I know you’re excited about your new hobby of making artsy crafty things. I’m happy for you. I know you think you’re going to turn it into a business that earns five figures a month. Boy I sure hope so! But you haven’t sold any yet, and right now we’re broke… Please stop spending $100~ a day on supplies to make this crap.

We have three kids and a mortgage, and my income is the only one that has been used to pay our (“our”, as in your’s and mine) bills for years. I never dreamed I’d make as much money as I do, yet all of my credit cards are maxed and I’m prematurely cashing out my retirement fund to make ends meet.

Please stop spending money we don’t have. There are things I want, but I don’t buy them because I like providing our children with a house, utilities, and food.